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Shelter Dog Waits 210 Days for a Home Due to Misjudged Appearance

Every shelter dog longs for a loving home, but unfortunately, some are overlooked due to misconceptions about their appearance. Take Biggie, for instance, a dog whose “scary” look has made finding a permanent home challenging. Biggie, a three to five-year-old pit bull, resides at the Dan Cosgrove Animal Shelter in Branford, Connecticut. His life has been a series of setbacks, including long periods of abandonment and being let down by several families. Even after more than 210 days of waiting, prospective adopters shy away from Biggie due to his intimidating appearance.

Despite this, Biggie is a medium-energy dog who loves hikes and car rides. Shelter staff say he is best suited for families with children aged 14 and older. The Dan Cosgrove Animal Shelter describes Biggie as having a happy disposition and being very nice. “He likes going on pack walks with other dogs and is gentle in the cat room.” Sadly, many pass him over for a “happy-go-lucky pit bull” because of his size and the appearance of his ears. The shelter notes, “Biggie doesn’t realize he looks intimidating; he simply seeks affection.”

Biggie is visibly upset by the constant rejection. He used to greet visitors with excitement, but now he just lies in bed looking sad. Laura Selvaggio Burban, the shelter director, said, “While he enjoys day trips with staff and volunteers, returning to his kennel disheartens him greatly.”

We remain hopeful that someone will see Biggie’s caring heart beneath his tough exterior. If you can provide him with the loving home he needs, please consider adopting Biggie. Share Biggie’s story and help us find him a family. Together, we can ensure he gets the devoted home he deserves.

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